My Sickness Poem by Lilith Rose Reitenbach

I’m tired of keeping it all
fucking bottled inside
And I no longer want it to hide it
I want all the pain to show
For everyone to see
As long as they do not speak.
They only think it’s bad
But because they don’t understand;
What normal person would put razors to their wrists
And yeah I know it sounds sick,
But I’m captivated by the look of it.
They are so memorizing and pretty…
I honestly think they are beautiful:
Those bloody slits and scratches.
You see, those scars show the pain
That I want so badly seen
That the cuts appeal to me
Because it is my sickness